The Angel and the Seal Book Tour & Giveaway

The Angel and the SEAL The Mystery Angel Romances Book 3 by Petie McCarty Genre: Cozy Mystery, Romantic Suspense

The Angel and the SEAL . . . a cozy mystery with romantic suspense from the Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book waiting for you to figure out who . . . Navy SEAL Sean MacKay’s teammate is murdered after stealing a deadly nerve-gas formula from Syrian terrorists. Naval Intelligence believes MacKay’s teammate was a traitor and shipped the stolen formula to his sister in the states for safekeeping. MacKay is given orders to find the sister before the terrorists do and to retrieve the stolen formula at all costs. Foreclosure looms for Cory Rigatero as she fights to keep her rustic resort near Mt. St. Helens afloat after her brother deserted her to join the SEAL Teams. Cory’s whole world dives into a tailspin when Sean MacKay shows up at her resort with the news of her brother’s death and the wild suspicion her brother may have sent her traitorous classified documents. No way will Cory trust MacKay—the man who once seduced her and then vanished into the night without a trace. Goodreads * Amazon Other Books in the series:

No Cowboys No Angels The Mystery Angel Romances Book 1 Goodreads * Amazon

No Angels for Christmas The Mystery Angel Romance Series Book 2 Goodreads * Amazon

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—”The Most Magical Place on Earth”—where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances. Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in No Angels for Christmas. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Mac had almost made it back to his cabin when he heard Garth’s frantic bark again. The
sound hadn’t come from the lake, and Garth wasn’t out hunting night critters as he had earlier
suspected. This bark echoed from the area near the barn.
“Garth!” Mac hollered into the night.
Two harsh barks burst in rapid succession from the dog. A long, piercing howl swiftly
followed.
Worried the dog might be in trouble, Mac sprinted for the barn, surprised to find all the
doors shut. He heaved one of the large double doors open, and Garth bounded out, almost
knocking him over.
Mac stepped into the darkness of the barn and called out, “Vern? You in here?”
Nothing.
He squatted down to Garth’s level and suffered a couple face licks. “How did you get shut
up in the barn?” He ruffled the dog’s ears and noted the big canine appeared slightly unsteady on
his feet. “You okay, boy?”
Garth wagged his tail, and Mac led him out into the moonlight for a better look. A scream

ripped through the night air and stopped them both.
Cory!
Mac hauled ass for the main house with Garth huffing hard alongside, already winded and
laboring to stay on Mac’s heels. Something had happened to the big dog, but he couldn’t worry
about that now.
The two tore through the border of the side garden. Mac spied the kitchen door to the main
house standing wide open and raced that direction.
A second scream sliced through the air. This one sounded closer to the front of the house,
and Mac changed course to race in that direction. Garth stayed straight and bounded through the
open kitchen door as Mac cleared the front corner on the house.
He stumbled when he caught sight of a man in dark clothes and a black hoodie half-carrying,
half-dragging Cory down the front steps with a knife to her throat. Mac skidded silently into the
rhododendron bushes lining the porch. The assailant hissed over his shoulder to someone behind
him.
Okay. Two tangos.
A wolf-like howl echoed through the house, clearly audible through the open front door. A
heavy thud, a scream of pain, and vicious snarling erupted in rapid succession.
Mac had backup. Garth had made it inside.
Tango One still clutched Cory. Hearing the scuffle inside, he twisted around to see in the
front door, and his knife edged away from her throat. That was all the distraction Mac required.
Streaking from his cover, he grabbed Tango One’s knife arm and slammed it down hard on top
of his thigh. The weapon flipped to the grass at their feet.
Cory screamed, “Mac!” then elbowed Tango One hard in the gut and broke free.
“Run, Cory! Go get Vern!” he hollered and ducked as Tango One straightened and swung a
fist at Mac’s head.
Mac backed up a step as Tango One swung again, then leaped on the assailant’s back as the
man lunged for his dropped knife. The sounds of struggle inside the house continued, a man’s
pain-filled wails punctuated by Garth’s wolf-like snarls.
Mac choked Tango One as his fingers grazed the knife handle, then yanked him backward
and threw him down. Mac hammered his right fist into Tango’s jaw and buried his left fist in the
man’s gut in the ancient one-two punch. The guy was strong—almost as strong as Mac—but
when Mac grabbed the target’s hair and smashed the outside of his elbow into the guy’s temple,
the assailant sagged to his knees. Mac snatched off the black hood, and Tango’s head snapped up
to glare at him.
Farouq Nawar.
Mac would know that ugly mug anywhere. He had been ordered to study surveillance photos
of the bastard often enough. A yelp sounded inside the house, followed by a loud gunshot and a
scream of rage from close by. Mac did the unforgiveable and took his eyes off his target. Cory
hadn’t run as he had ordered, and she bolted up the steps and into the house.
“Cory, no!” he roared.

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